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Testing, testing, is this thing on?
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Okay good. You're finally useful for something.
...
Don't give me that look, leave now.
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Good.
Day one of inspecting Mephone4, failed experiment.
I found him in front of my building turned off.
Someone had to have brought him here, but I didn't question it. I have plans for him.
He seems to have revival icons for these contestants.
Pathetic.
These objects clearly can't live for more than two seconds, while people like myself are smart enough to cherish their life.
I've tried turning it off but there's a password blocking it. Of course this worthless piece of junk has a passcode.
I can't wait to turn him into scrap metal.
He keeps on turning back on and trying to escape.
Luckily the MephoneX models have been taking care of him just fine.
"AAAAAAHHH!"
Ugh, of course he had to ruin my recording.
His hand is just getting removed, can't be that painful.
Though his screaming is extremely obnoxious.
I could just terminate him but I need answers.
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He's the only one of my models who's able to create things. My recent models.. are pretty shitty.
I need to figure out how he can't and they can't.
He's also the only one who can revive objects which is strange to me.
He was never intended to have that ability, yet, he does.
Recovery was always deemed impossible but he's able to do it with ease.
Even if he's a pain in the ass, I need to study his code.
I need to figure out why.
That's all, will update if needed.
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This was brought to you by Steve Cobs."
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Testi—esting.
Good enough.
That little rat messed with this thing while I was s—eping. Hopefully it isn't too me—sed up.
I've been studying him more closely.
It appe—s that his code was malfunctioned when he was created, causing him to h—ve this ability.
Another one of my worthless workers not doing their job pro—rly.
I made the robot electrocute him. He won't turn on for a—hile.
I'll do more tests tomorrow.
Brought to you by Steve Cobs."
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Log 3, day 3 of trying to figure out this phone.
I poked around in his systems but didn't find a fucking thing.
I hope this wasn't all for nothing.
I- "SIR."
What is it now??
"SOMEONE UNKNOWN HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING."
Go take care of them then.
"WE CAN'T. THEY ARE-"
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*BANG*
Holy shit..
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"Ğ̶̬̤̤̙̌͐̎ì̶̧͝v̶̬̈́͛͝e̸̼͍̦̱̍̚ ̶͕͔͕̦͐m̸̳̥̮̐͛̈́ȇ̶̢͔ ̸̬́t̴̘̜̟͍̍̈́h̴͖͕́̈́͝ë̷͈̼́̿͂̂ ̴̡͙͓̀̅ẗ̸͉́̅͆͝á̶̰̈́́p̴̻͐̉͘e̶̙̮̻̻̊͝ ̶͙̓͝c̵̩̥̞͗͐̋ŏ̴̡̩̠͆͘r̶͙̞̳̫̎̀n̶̺͙̦̤̐̈́ ̸̣͇͑̂̓̀m̸̨͉̉͐ä̷̭͚̮̏͛n̷̹̘̣̈́̀͛̏.̷̤̇̀̆"
Who- What are you?!
"İ̴̘̘́̉͝ ̶͍̥͌̉Ś̸̖A̵̼̥̯͇̔̏͆Ï̴̻̠̔̂D̶̠̘̩͉̓͂̅ ̸̗̜̮̃̀Ǧ̴̲͒̿I̷̹̫̙̿̈́̈́V̷͙̞̿͑̓͠Ę̴̟͖̔̃̓̑ ̶̘̠̬̈́̈M̸̨̰̘͔̐̍É̷̲̤͌̏ ̶̜̺͂͠Ṫ̴̩̞̪̂H̶̞̙͕̻̒̈É̶̡͚͉͖͛̀̚ T̴̡̼͚̻̩̺̹͚͚̯̼̺̲͑͊͊̇̆̇̄̔́̊͊̈́͒̐̎̇̀̈́̀̆̀͛͊̐̃̾̏̀̌͛͋̒̕͘̚͜͝͝ͅĄ̶̨̼̖̖̣̫͖͎̬͈̪͇͚̭̭̣͕̤̲̘̻͗́̆̎̈́̾́̂̽̀̀͊̆̀̋͌̋̚͝͝ͅP̷̢̡̡̛͔̥̳̰̩̼̬̼̘̰̞̺͓͎̭̙̖̘͍̰̪̼͐͒̏̃͂͐̉̏̔̉̄̌̀͐̒̓̄͌̾̀͋̕̚͘͜͜͜ͅĘ̴̛̦̼̻̥̙̳̩̣͖̲͌̋̋̄̍͊̇̐͌̓̋͆͛̍̎̐̇̐͐́̑̿͆̈́̄̀̀̇̽̊̌̒͆̌̃̕̚̚͜͠͝͝͝͝͠
I-
*rustle*
"Ņ̸̡̡̤͕̲̱̰̻̜̺͖̻̯̀̾̈͑͗̓̈̓͋̂̆͆͋̓̚͜ì̴̧̥͔̲͔͎͕͕̗̝̹̼͔̏̈́̃̉͆͆͛̓̋̕͠͝g̸͚̰̒h̶̨̦̣̯͇̰͙̱̙̮̾͌͒̉͛͌͝ẗ̸̛̻̦́̒̋͐̾̅̅̏̕y̸̛̟̮̞̣͉̱̳͉̞̩̒̉̏̈́̓̀̂̈̈͊̋̋͑̓ ̶͇͒̓̉̆̾̈́̇̍͑̉͊̚͜ͅn̵̢͕̠̮̟̜͓̩̞̰̲͉̪̖̏ͅị̴̢̢͓̞̥͍̖̮̙̱͖̐g̵͖̩͔̝̩͓͔̺̪͈̳̩̣̍̔͛̓͠ĥ̷̢̡̡̳̦͉̪̯̺̯͇̼̈ͅt̴̝̖̭̣͚̰͎͐͋̇̿̾͒̐̈́̍͘͝ ̷̻̝͙̼̏̐̽͑͛̌̆̚M̷̢͌̉͂͗̎r̷̫͍͎̥̋̒͋͊͐͘͝.̶̢̨̻̣̙̥͈̥̤͓̩͇̰̦̎͐̎̇͊̈̀̃͐͜ ̶̦̹̃̀͗̈́́͑͠C̶̨̭͓͉͓͈̘̘̎̄̽͊̃͛̄̏̕ͅǫ̶̯̤̱͎̩̲̟̊̽̀̈́͑̅̅̂̆͐͝͝b̶̡͈̬̺͚̓̔̈́̂̂̉̒̕͝ͅs̶͔͔̃͑̋̔͝.̷̩̟̹̃͑͆̌̆͜.̷̹͎̻̪͐͐͒́́͘͜"
*Log end.*
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